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Rachel Syme

Rachel Syme

Staff Writer at The New Yorker

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Iris Apfel Wore Fame Well

It was all a fluke, really, or perhaps just exquisite timing. In 2005, the fashion curator Harold Koda, who was then running the Costume Institute, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, found himself with an opening in his fall exhibition schedule after a show he’d been planning fell through. He had met Apfel years earlier, when a fellow fashion scholar named Caroline Rennolds Milbank had tipped him off that “the greatest collection of fashion accessories in this country, not fine jewelry—bags, cos…
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Alan Cumming Wants Us All to Let Go

Alan Cumming Wants Us All to Let Go
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Kim Gordon Is at the Peak of Her Powers

Also: Adventurous shows at Carnegie Hall, “The Effect” at the Shed, and more.
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Maya Hawke Goes Back to School

Still, Hawke, who is twenty-five, feels some angst about leaping immediately into her career, perhaps because her parents are Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman. In the past year, she has had roles in“Maestro” and “Asteroid City,” and in her father’s film “Wildcat,” in which she plays a young Flannery O’Connor. Hawke says that one way she processes the “big, big feelings” around her snowballing fame is by leaning into songwriting. Her third album, “Chaos Angel,” comes out on May 31st. On the track “Mis…
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Rachel Syme Goes Behind the Scenes of a Short-Lived Broadway Musical

Not all unsuccessful shows, however, are spectacular implosions or paragons of bad taste. There is another, more common, type of Broadway misfire that is less dramatic but perhaps more disappointing—a production that has many things going for it, with a closely collaborative team working furiously until the last moment, never losing faith that it will find an audience. Instead of crashing and burning, it opens and sputters. Some diehard fans adore it, but it becomes apparent—after the first revi…
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Susan Seidelman Knows What It’s Like to Be in “Movie Jail”

The film’s director, the seventy-one-year-old Susan Seidelman, directed two of my other favorite films of the eighties—a time when the number of women helming feature films could be counted on one hand. Seidelman grew up in a Philadelphia suburb where, she told me recently, “everyone looked the same.” She attended film school at N.Y.U. and filled her movies with the kinds of fashionable and funky strivers with whom she hung out downtown. Her delightfully scrappy first feature, “Smithereens” (198…
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Lena Dunham’s Change of Pace

She didn’t flee New York, exactly; it was work that first brought her to the U.K. But being in London ultimately offered Dunham the freedom of a place where “you don’t feel that you are being in any way hemmed in by other people’s perceptions,” she said. As many of us recall all too well, “Girls” was, during its six-season run, in the twenty-tens, an inescapable subject of millennial discourse. Dunham, who wrote the pilot when she was just twenty-four, became a controversial and constantly discu…
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The French Perfumer Behind the Internet’s Favorite Fragrance, Bacca...

Francis Kurkdjian had a runaway hit with Baccarat Rouge 540. Now, at Parfums Christian Dior, he’s trying to make his mark on a storied fashion house.
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A Guide to Fall Fragrances

From the daily newsletter: the Internet’s favorite perfume; the end of adoptions from China; and when pets and politics collide.
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Scary Movies for Spooky Season

Also: The appalling betrayals of “The Apprentice,” a cabaret convention, a Bay Ridge dive bar, and more.
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Little Treats Galore: A Holiday Gift Guide

An annual roundup of things to make life a bit sparklier, a bit easier, or just a bit sillier.